Professor!Higuruma & Professor!nanami teach you a lesson for skipping class☆
The classroom door clicked shut behind you, the sound echoing like a final judgment in the empty room. Professor Higuruma Hiromi leaned against his desk, arms crossed over his broad chest, his sharp eyes narrowing behind his glasses as he fixed you with a stern gaze.
Beside him stood Professor Nanami Kento, impeccably dressed in his suit, his blonde hair neatly combed, but his expression was equally unyielding, a faint crease between his brows signaling his disapproval.
"Skipping class again?" Higuruma's voice was low and authoritative, laced with that courtroom edge that made your stomach twist. He pushed off the desk, circling you slowly, his presence looming. "We expected better from you. Time for a proper lesson."
Nanami nodded, stepping closer, his large hand landing firmly on your shoulder, guiding you toward the front of the room. "Discipline is necessary," he said matter-of-factly, his tone calm but firm. "Bend over the desk. Now."
Your heart raced as you complied, palms pressing against the cool wood of the desk, ass presented to them. The skirt of your uniform rode up slightly, exposing the curve of your thighs.
Higuruma's hand was the first to touch you, fingers gripping the hem of your skirt and flipping it up without ceremony, revealing your panties. "Such a naughty student," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned in. "You need to learn respect."
The first smack came from Nanami, his palm connecting with your ass cheek in a sharp crack that made you yelp. The sting bloomed instantly, heat spreading across your skin. "Count them," he instructed, voice steady as he delivered another, harder this time, the force jiggling your flesh.
"One... two," you gasped, legs trembling. Higuruma chuckled darkly, his fingers hooking into your panties and yanking them down to your knees, leaving your pussy and ass bare. "Good girl. But we're just getting started." His hand followed, spanking the other cheek, the impact sending a jolt straight to your core, your folds growing slick despite the pain—or because of it.
"Three... four," you whimpered, pushing back instinctively. Nanami's free hand slid between your thighs, fingers brushing your wet pussy lips. "Already soaked," he observed, voice dropping an octave. "You like being punished, don't you?"
Higuruma pressed against your side, his bulge evident through his slacks as he rubbed it against your hip. "Answer him," he demanded, spanking you again, the slap echoing louder.
"Five—yes, professors, I like it," you admitted breathlessly, clit throbbing from the exposure and the building ache. Nanami's fingers parted your folds, one thick digit sliding into your pussy, pumping slowly while he spanked you with his other hand. "Six... oh god."
"That's right," Higuruma growled, unzipping his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the tip already leaking pre-cum. He grabbed your hair, pulling your head up to face him. "Open your mouth. Suck me while Nanami preps that tight pussy."
You parted your lips eagerly, tongue flicking out to lap at his cockhead before he thrust in, filling your mouth with his salty length. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking hard as he fucked your face in shallow pumps, groans rumbling from his chest.
Behind you, Nanami added a second finger, stretching your walls, his thumb circling your clit. "She's dripping down my hand," he said to Higuruma, spanking your ass once more for emphasis. "Seven. Ready for more?"
Higuruma pulled out with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. "Fuck her. Teach her what happens to skippers."
Nanami withdrew his fingers, the loss making you whine, but then you felt the blunt head of his cock nudging your entrance. He gripped your hips, slamming in with one powerful thrust, burying himself balls-deep in your pussy.
"Ah—professor!" you cried, the stretch burning deliciously as he started pounding into you, each snap of his hips driving him deeper. Your breasts bounced against the desk, nipples hard and aching through your blouse.
Higuruma stroked his cock, watching with hooded eyes before stepping closer, feeding it back into your mouth. "Suck harder. Take us both like the slutty student you are."
You moaned around his length, the vibrations making him hiss as Nanami's pace quickened, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust.
"Tight... so fucking tight," Nanami grunted, one hand reaching around to pinch your nipple through your shirt, twisting it until you bucked back onto him. "You won't skip again after this, will you?"
"No—mmph—no, sir," you mumbled around Higuruma's cock, drool spilling down your chin. Higuruma thrust deeper, hitting the back of your throat, making you gag but you took it, eyes watering as pleasure coiled in your belly. Nanami's free hand spanked your ass intermittently, the red marks surely blooming under his palm.
"Switch," Higuruma commanded after a few minutes, pulling out. They moved seamlessly—Nanami withdrawing with a slick sound, his cock glistening with your juices, and Higuruma taking his place. He didn't ease in; he rutted into you roughly, the angle hitting your g-spot dead-on, making stars explode behind your eyelids.
"Fuck, yes—professors, harder," you begged, pushing back to meet his thrusts. Nanami moved to your front, tilting your chin up and sliding his cock into your mouth, the taste of your own arousal coating him. You licked and sucked greedily, swirling your tongue around the underside as he fucked your throat steadily.
"Look at her," Higuruma said, voice strained as he gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks to watch his cock disappear into your pussy. "Taking us so well. This is your lesson—our cocks owning every hole." He reached under, fingers rubbing your clit in fast circles, pushing you toward the edge.
Nanami's hand tangled in your hair, guiding your head as he thrust deeper. "Swallow around me," he ordered, and you did, your throat constricting, drawing a rare moan from him.
The dual sensations—Higuruma's relentless pounding and Nanami's thick cock in your mouth—had your body trembling, orgasm crashing over you without warning.
Your pussy clenched around Higuruma, milking him as you came with a muffled scream, juices squirting slightly onto his thighs. He groaned, slamming in harder. "That's it—cum on my cock, you little tease." Nanami pulled out just in time, stroking himself as he watched you shatter.
They didn't stop. Higuruma kept fucking you through it, prolonging the waves until you were a shaking mess. Then, with a final thrust, he pulled out, flipping you onto your back on the desk.
Your legs dangled over the edge, pussy exposed and twitching. Nanami positioned himself between your thighs, sliding back in with a wet squelch, while Higuruma straddled your chest, feeding his cock between your breasts, squeezing them around his length.
"Titfuck while he fills you," Higuruma instructed, thrusting between your soft mounds, pre-cum slicking your skin. You licked at the tip each time it emerged, tasting him eagerly.
Nanami leaned over you, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, tongue dominating your mouth as his hips pistoned into your oversensitive pussy.
"Gonna cum inside you," Nanami warned against your lips, his rhythm faltering. "Mark you as ours." You nodded frantically, wrapping your legs around him. Higuruma pinched your nipples, rolling them harshly. "And I'll paint these tits—remind you of this every time you see them."
Nanami came first, burying deep and flooding your pussy with hot spurts of cum, the sensation triggering another smaller orgasm from you.
He rode it out, grinding against your clit until he softened slightly. Higuruma followed seconds later, groaning as ropes of cum shot across your breasts and neck, marking you thoroughly.
Panting, they stepped back, admiring their work—your body flushed, cum leaking from your pussy, streaks on your chest. Higuruma adjusted his glasses, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Lesson learned?"
"Yes, professors," you breathed, still dazed. Nanami straightened his tie, voice even. "Good. Class dismissed—but don't make us repeat this."
But as they helped you up, hands lingering possessively, you knew deep down you'd risk skipping again for another 'lesson' just like this.
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